The Hunting Squad members instinctively raised their guns and fired at the ice spikes.
In the faint moonlight, they achieved an astonishing hit rate. Vast numbers of ice spikes were shattered by bullets while still rising, erupting with crackling blasts. The difficulty was no less than hitting a coin tossed into the air from a hundred meters away!
But there were simply too many of them.
As though any source of water could continuously produce these slender icicles, they kept emerging without end. When the first batch of ice spikes rose five or six meters into the air, they suddenly shot toward the people in the courtyard, moving as fast as bullets!
The crackling explosions became incessant—the sonic booms produced as the ice spikes broke the sound barrier.
This was bad!
Fu Jiaolu only managed to raise a hand before he was engulfed by densely packed ice spikes. The immense impact sent him rolling backward again and again until he crashed into an ornamental rockery and stopped.
Pain, cold, and numbness surged from every part of his body at once.
The Heart Calming Incantation rapidly absorbed the surrounding Spiritual Energy to keep his body functioning normally. He did not need to look down to know where he was injured: one leg was broken, four ribs were fractured, and his abdomen and arms each had three puncture wounds. If he had not been infused with Dragon Blood and learned the Lotus Cloud Sect's spells, he would probably already be dead.
The pain was rapidly fading, proof that the Living Dead was taking effect. Fu Jiaolu kept firing with the hand that could still move while pulling out Blood Orange from his waist pouch and smearing it over his wounds.
Two more rockets roared out. The explosions and shrapnel temporarily slowed the